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This was my brother, the youngest, Lucius, the one I despised. It had to be him. And behold the sly manner in which he fled from notice into the shadows.

No, I must be off now, I said. Desperately I thought, what I shall I do for a torchbearer? Dare I ask these youths to see me home'? I could see their slaves waiting about, some already lighting their torches or lanterns.

Meantime, the boys were begging me to go to the nearby wine garden with them, a lovely place. They were fighting over who would pay for my supper there.

I feared I knew.

No, I must be off now, I said. Desperately I thought, what I shall I do for a torchbearer? Dare I ask these youths to see me home'? I could see their slaves waiting about, some already lighting their torches or lanterns.

But this was dim to me. I tried to listen. My eyes roved. Whence came that voice Who summoned me and who would attempt the theft?

No, I must be off now, I said. Desperately I thought, what I shall I do for a torchbearer? Dare I ask these youths to see me home'? I could see their slaves waiting about, some already lighting their torches or lanterns.

This was my brother, the youngest, Lucius, the one I despised. It had to be him. And behold the sly manner in which he fled from notice into the shadows.

But something had changed. It was as quick as the opening of one's eyes. Ah, painted eyes, no.

The boys protested.

I feared I knew.

The Priest at the Temple begs for you to come back, Madam. He needs to talk with you. He did not mean for you to leave without talking.

Perhaps it was only the awful pall of twilight.

The Forum grew quiet. The fires blazed before the Temples. But there were great spaces of darkness. The man in the toga waited.

The boys protested.

I turned to see a Priest there beside me, in full Egyptian headdress and impeccable white linen and wearing a medallion of the goddess around his neck.

No, I must be off now, I said. Desperately I thought, what I shall I do for a torchbearer? Dare I ask these youths to see me home'? I could see their slaves waiting about, some already lighting their torches or lanterns.

Perhaps it was only the awful pall of twilight.

But this was dim to me. I tried to listen. My eyes roved. Whence came that voice Who summoned me and who would attempt the theft?

Quite suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I brushed it off immediately, wishing to lay down limits to such familiarity, and then I realized a man was whispering in my ear:

The Priest at the Temple begs for you to come back, Madam. He needs to talk with you. He did not mean for you to leave without talking.

Think, Pandora. This sweet little invitation is some keen test of the degree of my daring and freedom. And I should not go to a common tavern with the boys But within moments I would be alone.

But something had changed. It was as quick as the opening of one's eyes. Ah, painted eyes, no.

I was dumbstruck. I held the teacher's hand warmly. He talked about moderation in living.Look at my plain tunic, he said.These boys have so much money, they can destroy themselves.

Think, Pandora. This sweet little invitation is some keen test of the degree of my daring and freedom. And I should not go to a common tavern with the boys But within moments I would be alone.

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